I'm driftin.

sometimes the emotional and mental buildup is just wicked silly. someone once told me that my blogs are never happy. Why should they be?

I'm not really a good friend to those I don't see on a daily basis, and even still, only par.

I find myself wondering about things I can do with my time, and what I actually do with my time. it's kinda interesting to see how many people you probably could fit in a day, just to say hey, but how much time you spend "relaxing" or "unwinding".

and I'll tell you something, being at work doesn't help being "thinkey". I'm moving boxes alone in the back of a Semi truck. That's called Solitude folks and being the social creatures we are...that never helps anyone. I think today I might go insane, I have a splitting headache, and that Never helps anything. Especially when I should be calling off work to go to American Idol stuff, but you know what. It doesn't look like that's happening this year, and I'll probably regret it, but the thing is, sometimes I need to sacrifice a couple of dreams for a little stability in reality.

Growing up is about compromise? I'm gonna dream till the day I die. Neverland here I come.